Perhaps the depression was getting the better of me, and I felt helpless to prevent it.
Just past the park, right off N59, nestled into the side 
of a thickly forested, bright green hill, and on the edge of a 
lake bearing its reflection, sits the regal Kylemore Abbey.

Following an assortment of nuts and a few vitamin pills for breakfast, I 
set to the uncomfortable task of dismantling camp.